Best Bribed Poems

I click the dark gates again,
As if the dark winds have spun black threads around their fingers,
Their magic drives me towards the emptiness,
I know my soul inside craves for light,
My lips have been closed with locks of horror,
The keys have been thrown deep inside my...

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People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years 
Knowledge,experience and utensils 
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich 
With a small gallery
We also fall into this...

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